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He nodded, but said nothing. She wasn't sure if she appreciated it or hated it. She wished he would talk more that he would crack open his veneer even just a little. So she could see what the man in front of her was made of.

Amalia looked at him surprised and not sure what to say. She wondered how to word anything, when she didn't know her own thoughts really on teh matter.

I'm tired of being good. She groused, her thought to Tulukiri, the fight they had at the borders, and then the verbal spar after.

I am not upset that I lost my home. Homes can be rebuilt. I am upset that a child can be rude and disrespectful and treat others beneath them and get no reprimand for it. I am upset that in his short life Kivaluk has had more changes than a fair few and it isn't fair. I am upset that a mother and a child must go away from their pack, because they cannot handle the sadness of a melancholy child. But I am most upset that the man who promised to take care of all of us, fell apart the minute his wife left. I understand I do. I don't even bedgrude him this sadness, or the move. I just wish he had done better that is all. I wish all of us had done better.


Then with a growl filled with sadness and laughter, she turned and jumped into the leaves again, and she rolled. Then with a leap she stared at him and spoke.

Run with me?